A.N/ I was watching a history special for my class the other day and saw something that just gave me an Idea. In world war 2 during the invasion of Normandy 20 Canadian soldiers were captured and brought to a barn on the inland of France. Each were lead out and around the back garden by a German soldier and as they rounded the last corner they were shot in the head. This was horrible but it gave me an Idea so we'll see how this goes.

I want to make this a multi chapter story so I'm gonna just roll with it.

What day was it? How long had we been walking? I really didn't know. Between the German commands being barked at the 20 of us and the gun fire and bombs going off in the distance I believed I was going to go insane. I had left home almost a year ago to fight in this war. But when D-day came I don't think any of us were ready. My brother who had moved to America when he was 19 was in another company in the U.S Army but I had instead of moving to America, Moved to Canada.

I had hidden my sexuality when joining the Army and it had stayed hidden. I had a boyfriend back home waiting for me. And I was going to do all I could to stay alive. But at the moment things were looking bleak.

The German soldiers shoved a straggler in the group with the butt of his riffle and I swear I heard a rib crack. Yet again the German orders barked out were too fast for even the translator in the group to understand and the medics in the group closed their eyes and curled they're hands restraining themselves from running back to their comrades and trying to fix them.

I kept my indigo eyes forward hearing John to my right letting out frantic prayers in French and the. I was trying to panic, thinking of home always made me calm down. My dog a white fluffy dog who resembled a bear if you thought about it. The small house with a few rooms and Gilbert sitting on the couch his feet on the coffee table.

My boyfriend was a German immigrant. He and his younger brother Ludwig had escaped the war but were not allowed into the army because of fear that they were German spies.

The day I left Gilbert had grabbed my shoulders. His usual smirk gone and his face buried in my long blonde hair. He was whispering in German and I could have sworn he was crying. He grabbed my face and pulled me into a kiss, passionate and sad, as if he'd never see me again.

"Matthew, Please come home! My Matthew."

I really wish I could say I was going to go back home but I really can't say much being in the situation I was.

My thoughts went over to my fathers. I had two they were gay as well. But they had 'Divorced' you could say. One was a British man who in his anger in my younger years had taken me away from my papa. After a while he had forgotten I was alive and gave Alfred, My older brother, most if not all of his attention. Arthur Kirkland was the name of my dad.

My papa lived in now German occupied France and well I wasn't sure he was even still alive. Before dad took me away papa used to put me to sleep murmuring French lullabies in the silence.

"Oh Mathieu dormez bien et ne pleure pas papa est là." He would whisper before I fell asleep even now before I fall asleep I whisper the words to myself. I missed my papa dearly.

Another straggler and another yell, we were almost there now and we all knew it. German soldiers held their guns at a ready position and yelled out "Anschlag!"

The translator yelled out what they meant and no-one moved another inch. Before us was a barn and some of the soldiers started to cry. They knew they didn't have much longer to live.

But I wasn't giving up for once I wasn't going to be a shy boy I was going to fight I was going to get home no matter what!

TBC…

So tell me what you thought I know I changed Mattie's personality a bit but don't worry its just because he's in war it'll come back.

Translations.

'dormez bien et ne pleure pas papa est là.' (French) Sleep well, Don't Cry papa is here.

Anschlag (German) Stop! Halt! Enough!